Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2050

Chapter 2050: True Freedom.

"Kill her."

Zylarith ordered, his words froze Sharnoth on the spot.

"W-What...?"

She stuttered.

She had to... kill her?

For a moment, she thought she heard it wrong, but—

"Kill her."

"I... I..."

Again, Sharnoth couldn’t do it.

Seeing her state, Zylarith shook his head and sighed,

"How long do you plan on making her suffer?"

He questioned directly.

"What...?"

"What? Why are you so surprised? Do you not see your mother’s eyes? Do you see any resemblance with yours? Do you see any will to fight? Any will to take revenge?

She has lost her dignity, she has lost all hope, she has lost... everything.

The only thing you can do for her is to kill her.

Put her out of her misery."

Zylarith spoke as he stared at the Queen of Nightfall with cold, emotionless eyes.

"I-If I escape together with her, she wil—"

"She will not return to how she once was."

Zylarith poured cold water on her face.

"She will follow you if you ask her to, but her life would no longer be hers, it will be yours, and the longer it lasts, the more she will suffer."

"..."

Sharnoth turned silent at those words. She glanced at her mother, who still seemed confused about this situation since she couldn’t hear or listen to Zylarith.

Sharnoth clenched her fists as she saw the state of the torn rags her mother was wearing and the bruises on her skin that it couldn’t hide.

She slowly walked towards her mother,

"Shar..."

Isaveth smiled lightly, her eyes, however, were dead. There was no light in them.

"Mother."

Sharnoth steeled her heart.

"If I tell you a Master is helping me and I can escape this place and live safely, would you like to follow me?"

The moment Isaveth heard that question, a flicker of surprise was seen on her face,

"...will you be safe?"

She questioned in a low, almost inaudible voice.

"My Master guarantees my safety."

Sharnoth answered and—

"Ah..."

Isaveth let out a voice.

After a long, long time, her dead crimson eyes glistened, as if alive. Then—

Two streams of red tears rolled down her cheeks,

"Shar..."

She called out in a weak, desperate, selfish voice.

"I wish you live well."

She spoke, hating every part of her body for wanting to abandon her daughter.

"Do not make it more difficult for her, end this and pray that her next life will be better than this."

Zylarith spoke again and this time, Sharnoth acted on his words.

The dagger in her hands was plunged into Isaveth’s heart, for a moment, Isaveth was shocked, but—